Christina Georgina Rossetti

[Christina Rossetti] (5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894 / London)

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

161. Light Love 4/1/2010
162. A Year’s Windfalls 4/1/2010
163. If A Mouse Could Fly 4/1/2010
164. Ferry Me Across The Water 4/1/2010
165. I Know You Not 4/1/2010
166. Summer 4/1/2010
167. January Cold Desolate 4/1/2010
168. One And One Are Two 4/1/2010
169. Fata Morgana 4/1/2010
170. Easter Even 4/1/2010
171. Somewhere Or Other 4/1/2010
172. Growing In The Vale 4/1/2010
173. Life And Death 4/1/2010
174. Amen 4/1/2010
175. The Horses Of The Sea 4/1/2010
176. An End 4/1/2010
177. The City Mouse And The Garden Mouse 4/1/2010
178. Eight O'Clock 4/1/2010
179. Wife To Husband 4/1/2010
180. Sweet Death 4/1/2010
181. Crying, My Little One, Footsore And Weary? 4/1/2010
182. Love From The North 4/1/2010
183. Who Hath Despised The Day Of Small Things? 4/1/2010
184. Good Friday 4/1/2010
185. Maiden-Song 4/1/2010
186. Dead Hope 4/1/2010
187. Summer Is Ended 4/1/2010
188. If 4/1/2010
189. Autumn 4/1/2010
190. Herself A Rose Who Bore The Rose 4/1/2010
191. Lullaby, Oh, Lullaby! 4/1/2010
192. Dream-Love 4/1/2010
193. Sound Sleep 4/1/2010
194. Come Unto Me 4/1/2010
195. Last Night 4/1/2010
196. Fly Away, Fly Away Over The Sea 4/1/2010
197. She's Such A Senseless Wooden Thing 4/1/2010
198. Hopping Frog, Hop Here And Be Seen 4/1/2010
199. Endure Hardness 4/1/2010
200. Give Me Holly 4/1/2010

Comments about Christina Georgina Rossetti

  • Emily Oldham Emily Oldham (6/21/2009 5:38:00 AM)

    Christina Rossetti is possibly my favourite poet of all time. I haven't read one that I haven't liked yet. She was so talented!
    Athena

    *** words will change the world ***

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Best Poem of Christina Georgina Rossetti

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far ...

Read the full of Remember

The Convent Threshold

There's blood between us, love, my love,
There's father's blood, there's brother's blood,
And blood's a bar I cannot pass.
I choose the stairs that mount above,
Stair after golden sky-ward stair,
To city and to sea of glass.
My lily feet are soiled with mud,
With scarlet mud which tells a tale
Of hope that was, of guilt that was,

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